Two years ago, I gave up my life in the world and entered into seclusion, offering my life to God in contemplative prayer.
Because my quarantine was voluntary, I had time to consider everything I could imagine being difficult about the adjustment and how the related stress would play out in my life.
When I shut the door behind me, I felt confident that I could handle the process I had mapped out in my head. But there was no process. There was no adjustment period. I was suddenly completely alone in my apartment. Even though I had planned for it, I had no idea what to do.